"You can't consider everything from your side, brother." It was Rosa's turn now, she was using standard Cockney expressing every word clearly"You know that our boss want us to enrich people's spiritual cultural world, and you gotta know that how much joy those fan works bring to many people."Exactly." Francois picked up quickly"Those works are all works of art! Every fic, every art, all embody their creators' great effort! For instance...do you know how many people shed tears because a fic called 'Three Days off the Line'? So many people have highly praised your love!"

"By the way, brother" Rosa pushed her glasses"You'd better not have a man named Jophery near you, or I may can't help calling him on--oh, I won't do anything, just have the afternoon tea together, make some desserts or something." Rosa smiled and winked wittily "Just be friendly."

Cold sweat is running like a waterfall on Arthur's back, what? What the heck are Rosa and Sawyer talking about? Why can't he understand a single word? Jophery? Who the hell knows him?!

Arthur stepped up reluctantly, stopped the eyes contact with Francis. He really couldn't bear Rosa and Francois's ridicule, so he started to talk with his fists griping tightly, as he had expected, Francois questioned him frowning and grimly, like Arthur's demand was an unbearable offense.

"--Exactly, why, brother?"

Rosa kept her eyes fixed on her brother, Arthur felt very scared. He turned to Francis stiffly with reluctance, asked for his help with a constipated face, but mind you, asking Francis for help is more painful than constipation.

"Ugh, Sawyer, I...I think, we both think, those works are kind of--kind of unacceptable--"

"I think art can be created freely." Francois broke Francis's halting talk, she made a gesture with her right hand, it looked like she was giving an exciting speech. "You should know that as countries, as people's spiritual idols, it's their freedom of creation, it doesn't influence you in any way, let alone you--" Francois pointed to Francis"--Your life style is much worse than how we described. That's your freedom, no one will limit you, so you shouldn't set limit to us too."

Francis and Arthur stood there in shock, well, they--they were speechless! And they kind of wanted to agree with Francois! ...No! Boys, control yourself!

The world is actually a big gaming system. You need to sleep every day because your brain needs to contact with the cloud server to do the backup, just like archive points. Thus your data will be transferred to the “God” and kept on record.

The history is fake, because this world is still very young.

Skills are obtained by distribution points, studying and social practice are the way toget points. Your intrinsic kills (talent), nationalities, genders and life spans are all random.

Once you die, all your data will be kept by those who work for the God.

Heaven and hell both are the name of cloud servers. They are equal. But they also create the roles of the game. Heaven likes to produce people that more likely to be happy,yet hell likes to set tragic fate to its creation----man’s nature at birth is good.

Exploring the universe is unlocking instances. Dog-eat-dog is the mischief-making that have to be done because of server overloading. We are all playthings that belong to something top us. However destiny and so called “God” don’t necessarilyexist in this game.

"There's only interests but not emotions between countries, you should know. Only Francis talks about those bloody complicate things all the time, those love and hate...stuff."

"Actually, we can't really possess those stuff, can we? We can only conceal them in mind."

"So if I hate that idiot, it's kind of a bad romance?"

"I'm not happy with your face so I want to punch it. Punching and punching, suddenly it became an addiction of mine, just like doing drugs. Knowing eachother too well also makes us know that where to stab the knives will hurt the most, so they're always deadly."

"Just because of this, we're more delighted to find new attacting spot, regardlessly wanting to erase eachother completely."

"But if one day he really is killed, this whole thing will be pointless and perhaps he is not attractive to me anymore.

「Britain and France are like an old married couple, dreaming to kill eachother everyday but never wanting to get divorced.」

Suddenly, this sentence came to your mind, you read it in a wisper but raised the volume in the end, like you wanted to let him hear it clearly to find out if it's true. It made him give a soft smile, then immediately noded slightly.